This is a fairly recent experience that has really effected since it happened.

For some background and location layout, I’m a 21 year old from Australia and though I’ve always been intrigued by the paranormal, though I’ve never been sensitive to it or easily paranoid or scared. This occurrence happened a month ago as I was returning from a wedding along the central coast which is 2 or so hours north of Sydney and I live just west of the blue mountains, a mountainous region west of Sydney and really a rather beautiful place. There’s a pretty direct highway that connects my hometown to where I was attending this event so it is a pretty straight forward drive on any other day that I’ve done countless time before.

On this particular night, I was driving home alone from a long day as I had work the next morning. It was 1am by the time I had gotten halfway through my drive in Sydney and due to an accident earlier in the day, my route was redirected to a side road I was very unfamiliar with but I thought nothing of it. As I was driving with the windows down and the music blasting I noticed my car was getting very hot, very fast. Granted, it was a hot day on the coast where I was but I thought it would be best to pull over and let it cool.

As I stopped the car and got out to stretch my legs, I was admiring the beautiful night view I had of Sydney behind me when I got this very uneasy feeling… its difficult to explain really but I had suddenly felt so unsafe and unwelcome where I was. I tried to brush it off, checked my radiator incase it was leaking or needed refilling and got back in the car to continue my drive home. I had gotten only 40 or so minutes further in my drive when this huge amount of smoke started coming from my bonnet, I pulled over straight away, popped the hood and after the smoke had cleared I noticed something leaking underneath the car. I know that the car was fine when I had left the wedding, I’m very careful about making sure everything is as it needs to be for a long drive so this was very unexpected. I didn’t know what to do, I was panicking and needed help but I hadn’t seen another car since leaving the city. Amongst my worry, that feeling of unease comeback like a ton of bricks. I didn’t want to be there, I didn’t feel safe but I couldn’t keep driving.

I was about 7 when this happened and I don’t remember much now that I’m 17 but I’ll describe what I do remember.

It was about 6 pm and my grandmother had taken my little sister and I to McDonald’s for dinner and, due to it being fall, it was dark outside. Now, we lived in a super sketchy town with gang fights nearly every night, so this wasn’t too shocking although it was terrifying.

My little sister and I finished our dinner so we could go play and, right about the time we were getting ready to leave, I ran to use the bathroom which was in the playroom. I washed my hands and exited once I finished and saw the playroom was pitch black, lit only by the lights in the main part of the restaurant and the lights outside. Someone pulled me down to the ground and shushed me and I peeked up through the main glass window where people were yelling on the other side. Someone was standing in front of the register with a gun. I watched, scared, but not really knowing what was going on. At this point, my memory unfortunately blacks out, but I remember being escorted out of the restaurant with my grandmother and sister by police. I wish I could rmemebr what happened during my memory blackout.

A coworker told me this unforgettable story about his time in high school. I’m now writing from his perspective. All names have been changed.

Central High School in Springfield, Missouri is haunted. I know what you’re thinking, every kid says their school is haunted. But my story is different. I saw it. Central was actually the first high school in Springfield, and the original brick building with its tower still stands, but has now expanded with many new wings.

We’d all heard the stories about the steam tunnels that connected the buildings and the supposed hangings, but far more compelling was the story of the deadly principal who would whip troublesome students to death. That would’ve happened long ago when Springfield was a small town and not the queen city of the Ozarks. We had heard the rumors, the stories that were likely exaggerated, but being high schoolers, we knew we had to do one thing: be at the school late at night.

I was the one who came up with the idea that we needed to join the drama class. They were preparing a performance of South Pacific, and as I explained to my group of friends, the way to get in would be to join the class as stagehands, stay to clean after the performance, and then just stay. And that was what we did. Well, only a couple of us actually got on the crew, but after everyone else had left, letting them in was simple.

I have never told this to anyone except a few friends. Before I start telling the story I just want to say that i was six at the time and my room had the attic door in it so yeah. So one night after I moved in to my new house with my family I woke up to go to the restroom but when I looked towards the foot of my bed I saw something standing there just staring at me not moving. The thing was around seven to eight feet tall it had red eyes, it looked like it was standing all the way up but it’s head was bent over because its neck was too close to the ceiling, it was very slender and tall. A week has pasted now and that thing would still watch me and I couldn’t sleep at all for that week.

A few years have pasted and I’m now in the basement of my house and some of the ceiling tiles are out and I have to wake up to go to the restroom which their was a toilet in the basement. So I got out of bed to go to the toilet, but I had to go through two different rooms just to get to the toilet which was like a very thin wall between it and my room and once I got there I turned on the light and that is when i saw it the tall slender thing it was very pale and it was trying to get into the ceiling where there were no tiles. As soon as I turned in the lights it froze then it turned around to face me. It’s face was horrifying and i don’t know how to describe it. It wore nothing because it had nothing to cover up. when it saw me it pointed strait at me like it wanted to communicate or it wanted me or something . After I saw it I ran up stairs to get something to eat and I sat down to watch some T.V. because i didn’t want to be in that room with the thing trying to get in to it. But that was the last time i saw the thing.

Hi. My name is Tyler, and I believe that I have been being stalked by one or more shadow people. It started about a year ago, school had just strated, and my teachers all seemed great. That afternoon, when I got home from school, my life continued as usual, but that night, when I turned off the light, I ran and jumped onto my bed, as I am a paranoid person. I didn’t believe in monsters specifically, but I had an inTeresa in the paranormal.

Anyway, I sleep on my left side, facing the wall, because once again, I am a paranoid person. My room at night is nearly pitch black, but I felt like someone was watching me. That morning, I didn’t think much of it. The day continued as usual.

That night, when I turned off my light, I felt a presence, the same one as the night before, but it felt close.

My family lived in a fairly decent neighbor hood, there weren’t very many break-ins or robberies, or any serious crimes like that in the past couple years.

But anyways, I used to ride my bike down a trail near my house, it led to an old abandoned trailer.

A lot of older kids used to go there and break windows and spray paint. You know, those types of things. I guess i wanted to fit in, so i started going back there and messing around. I’d throw rocks at the walls in an attempt to break holes in it. I pretty much busted up most of the walls in the living room area, so i went farther into the trailer.

This was a few years ago. I live in New York, and my family was gathering at my aunt’s home in Virgina for my grandmother’s 90th birthday. My parents and grandmother were going to spend a week there but my sister and I had to work so we just went down for the weekend.

It was getting late as we got back to N.Y. so we picked up some dinner on the way home. While we were eating I clearly saw a shadow figure behind my sister. It walked out of the bathroom and into my parent’s bedroom.

I stood up and examined my parent’s bedroom but didn’t see anything out of place.

A little backstory before the story starts. My name is Bhrendan and I used to live in a small 2 story unit in Australia. The bottom floor had what you would expect from a average home, a kitchen, a living room and a dining table but it also had a very small cupboard or boiling room, I never really knew what it was. It was located right next to the stairs which had about 10 steps leading up to the bedrooms. My bedroom was the first bedroom that you could see if you approached the 2nd floor. There was a guest room further away from the stairs and my mum’s room which was close to mine. There is a importance in this layout as you will discover soon enough so stay with me. My bed is further away from the door leading to my bedroom, about 2 feet away to be precise.

The year was 2014 and I was in the 2nd semester of year 5 meaning that I was roughly about 11 years of age. It was a school night and my mum’s boyfriend was there tonight as well. Fast forward until 9pm and I was told to go to bed as my mum and her boyfriend were going to bed as well.

Now, I’m the slacker type of kid who goes to a private school meaning that I of course would stay up watching videos on YouTube. Fast forward again to about 12am and I am tired but am still keeping it together. All of a sudden, I hear banging on a door downstairs, but then I come to recognize which door it is, It’s the boiler room door. Then the scariest thing I didn’t even think of happened, large and fast stomps rushing up the stairs, but what happened next was weird but extremely scary. The door slammed opened and something dark in the corner of my eye was just staring at me. I didn’t even move a muscle but I did something so stupid that I regret to this day, I paused the video so that I could hear whatever it was. To my surprise, I heard nothing, dead silence and the only thing that was happening was a hateful glare that I couldn’t even see. 10 minutes of whatever it was, staring at me and me not moving a muscle and insane hear beats that were beating too fast. After 10 minutes, the door slammed shut and all I heard was silent steps to the guest room. I should mention at this point that my mum’s boyfriend sleeps with my mum so it could not have been him.

So to start off im going to say that this all happened about a year ago. Its just an average day at school, im in 10th grade and pretty big for my age, im 6’2 and my weight is about 240 so im not really a person would pick on. After school when im walking home with my homies, we pass this house where there is a old man in the window just staring.. We shrugged it off as just an elderly man daydreaming or something of the sort. After awhile of walking, 3 of our friends got picked up by their coach to go to practice because they skipped the last week. So its just me and one of my friends walking home, lets call him Gavin. As We approach Gavin’s house, we notice this truck coming down the road so we moved onto the sidewalk. The truck passed and it was the Same old man from earlier but he didnt have eyes.

He slowed when he approached us but began to speed up once Gavin screamed in horror. The truck sped off as i tried to calm down gavin trying to make sense of the situation. I call his mom and as im on the phone with her gavin looks up at me and says,”How can you be so calm, Did you not see harold in the back seat?” Harold is one of our friends that died about 2 years ago from committing suicide. I told I didnt see this and that all of it was an Illusion and soon his mom came to pick us up and dropped me off at my house. I told my parents about the thing that happened and they told me that there hasn’t been anyone living in the house we seen the old man in. Apearently the person who did live there before, died from trying to meet up with a girl he met on snapchat but they never found out who was behind the snapchat account.

That night when I was playing xbox with my friends we walked home with, Me and Gavin told them about the story and they didn’t believe us so we just joked around saying stuff like,”That old man finna come get you fools,” and stuff like that. As we are playing I get a notifacation on my phone but I dont answer texts and stuff while I play so i didnt even think about checking it. About 30 minutes pass and as we are waiting for the game to start i check my phone.”Jsteven305 added you,” who could that be i wonder? I accept it and go to message them and ask who they are but then I realize they already sent me a snap so i open it.. Oh did I wish I didnt. The snap loads a video of me in my room playing xbox. My heart sank thinking that someone was watching me, i replay the snap and I listen to hear a man whispering,”I’ve always wanted to meet you in person.” I tell my mom and she tells my dad and we check around the house to see if this man is still here but no trace was found except for a smile face drew on my window.